My SIL Demanded That I Give Her My Baby as a Birthday Gift, but She Got Exactly What She Deserved – Story of the Day
However, nothing could have prepared me for her most ridiculous demand to date, which was that she wanted me to have a baby only so that she could keep it as a present. My sister-in-law had always thought that she was entitled to whatever she desired.
When she insisted that “no” was not an option, I knew I had to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
Do you ever wonder if you have any relatives who might be a little… unhinged? Let me share my story, and it might just change your perspective. It had been seven years since Harry and I said “I do,” and we’d been together for over fifteen years. Our two beautiful children, Maya and Luke, filled our lives with joy and love.
To me, nothing was more important than our immediate family, but when it came to the extended family, well, that was a different story.
From the moment I met my mother-in-law, Charlotte, and my sister-in-law, Candice, I could sense that something was off. I convinced myself it was just nerves and that I was overthinking things. Little did I know, their presence would bring more chaos into my life than I could ever imagine.
Leading up to our wedding, Candice truly showed her true colors. When I had the nerve to choose someone else to be my maid of honor, she threw an absolute tantrum. As if that wasn’t enough, she had the audacity to claim that my wedding dress was more beautiful than hers, as though she should have been the center of attention on my special day!
She nearly ruined the entire wedding, but thankfully, Harry’s grandmother, Grace, stepped in and worked some magic to salvage the day.
Aside from Harry, Grace was the only person in that entire family who had a genuinely kind and generous heart. Unfortunately, she lived too far away to come to our rescue as often as we needed. But then something happened right before Candice’s thirty-first birthday that made me question everything I thought I knew about reality.
Candice wasn’t a frequent visitor, and when she did come around, she would always avoid the kids, complaining that they were “too noisy” or “gave her headaches.” It was a pattern I’d come to expect. But this time was different. There was something about the way she spent hours playing with Maya that made a cold shiver run down my spine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. And as the evening progressed, I realized I had every reason to be concerned.
Throughout dinner, Candice kept glancing at Harry and me, her gaze filled with an unsettling hunger for attention. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.
The sound of Candice’s voice cut through the quiet of the dining room. “I’m here to make an announcement!” she declared with a brash, almost theatrical flair. “I’m going to be a mom!” she shouted.
The suddenness of her proclamation made Harry choke on his food. As he coughed violently, he grabbed for his water bottle. I was frozen, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth, unable to process what she had just said.
“What?!” I finally managed to ask.
Harry wiped his mouth, still coughing, before shaking his head in disbelief. “Who… is the father of the baby?” His brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re not even dating anyone, Candice.”
He was right. Candice had just recently ended a relationship because her ex hadn’t bought her a designer purse—hardly a reason to start a family.
Candice waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why I’m here today,” she said, sitting up straight, clearly pleased with herself. “You two are going to be the parents of my daughter.”
I felt my stomach churn as my mind raced to catch up with what she was saying. “What… are you talking about?” I stammered.
She sighed as if I were the one losing my mind. “Well, I’m almost thirty now, and I don’t have a husband. A daughter would be the perfect birthday gift, don’t you think?” She smiled like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
I opened my mouth, then closed it again, struggling to comprehend her words.
Harry, rubbing his temples in disbelief, turned to Candice. “So, you want Stephanie to be your surrogate?” he asked cautiously.
Candice shook her head dismissively. “What I want is for you two to have a child for me,” she said, her voice too casual for the gravity of what she was suggesting.
I placed both of my hands flat on the table, feeling the weight of the words she had just uttered. “So, you expect us to have our child and then hand it over to you? And on top of that, give it to you as a birthday gift?” My voice was rising, my mind struggling to grasp the absurdity of it all. “What’s wrong with you?”
Her tone remained light, as though she were casually asking for a favor, like borrowing a sweater. “What’s the big deal? Just think of it as a gift.”
I stared at her, a mix of disbelief and anger flooding through me. “Do you not see the problem here?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with frustration. “Harry and I have already decided we’re not having any more children. I’m not going to have a child just to give it to you, Candice.”
She let out a dismissive snort, rolling her eyes. “Stephanie, you’ve always been so selfish.”
Before I could respond, Harry sat up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “No, Candice,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “Stephanie is right. We’re not doing this.”
Candice’s expression shifted, and she whined with a high-pitched voice. “But why not? You already have two kids! What’s one more?”
I could feel my fists clenching at my sides, the anger welling up inside me. “It’s not about one more! A child isn’t an object. A child is a person. You can’t just order one up like it’s a toy!” My voice shook with emotion. “You’re so focused on your needs, Candice, that you don’t care about anyone else’s feelings. You don’t care about the child. All you want is to be the one having children!”
Candice screamed in frustration, but I wasn’t about to back down.
Harry slammed his hand down on the table, his voice thunderous. “Enough is enough! Go away. Right now.”
Candice’s face turned bright red as her anger bubbled over. She stood, trembling with rage, her fists clenched. “I’ll make sure he knows about this!” she spat. With that, she stormed to the door, throwing it open and slamming it behind her as she stomped out, leaving nothing but the echo of her fury.
We both let out deep sighs, the tension lingering in the air. “I don’t even know how she came up with this idea,” I murmured, still in shock.
Harry shook his head, his face grim. “She has completely lost it.”
There was a long silence that followed, as if we were both trying to make sense of what had just transpired. My hope was that this outburst had been the end of it, that Candice had finally let go of this ridiculous notion. But I should have known better.
A few days later, Candice returned—this time with Charlotte in tow. They entered without even knocking, the door swinging open without so much as a greeting. And then, there was Candice, her arms loaded with shopping bags from all the baby stores. For a moment, I thought maybe she had finally decided to be a thoughtful aunt, buying presents for Maya and Luke. But the smug, arrogant look on her face told me this wasn’t about gifts for the kids.
Without waiting for an invitation, Charlotte made herself comfortable on the couch. She motioned for Harry and me to join her. Candice stood nearby, practically glowing with pride, as if she had just accomplished something monumental.
Charlotte wasted no time. “Candice informed me that you agreed to give her a baby.”
I was stunned. “What?” I replied, my voice shaky. “No, we told her we weren’t going to do that.”
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her tone cold and direct. “Why not?”
Harry spoke up immediately, his voice firm and unwavering. “Because it’s insane.”
Candice’s voice was almost smug as she spoke, her words laced with a sense of entitlement. “Is it really so difficult to do? This is something that you, as a woman, should be aware of, Stephanie: the older you get, the harder it becomes to have children.” She glanced at her watch, as if time was running out, and then casually added, “Candice is already almost thirty.”
I stood my ground, the frustration bubbling up inside me. “I am not going to give my child to your daughter because she doesn’t even know what it means to be a parent on her own.”
Candice was quick to respond, practically waving her hands in the air. “That’s not the case! Look, I’ve already bought everything!” She opened one of her bags, pulling out baby clothes with a sense of triumph. “It’s not a doll that you can just dress up like a baby, you know?”
“Is that what you think this is?” I snapped back, my voice sharp. “Infants cry, they scream, they spit up, they keep you awake at all hours. They’re a lot of work!”
Candice, unfazed, looked at me with complete confidence. “My daughter won’t do any of that. She’ll be just like your Maya—I’ve never seen Maya cry.”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “That’s because you’ve never spent enough time with her on a regular basis. You don’t know what it’s really like.”
Candice folded her arms, unbothered. “Well, then I’ll just bring her to you when she cries.”
I was speechless for a moment, then I found my voice again, incredulous. “Children cry all day, every day. Are you seriously planning on bringing her to me every time she does?”
She blinked, genuinely confused. “Is that a problem?”
I glanced at Harry, who was visibly shaking his head, his face in his hands. “This is no longer possible, Candice. You’re not ready to be a mother. And asking us to have a child for you is completely insane,” he said firmly.
Tears welled up in Candice’s eyes as she pleaded. “But you’re my brother!”
I could feel the tension in the room, thick and suffocating. But then something even worse happened—Charlotte had disappeared. I hurriedly searched for her, growing more frantic with each passing second. When I found her, I froze. She was in our bedroom, quietly poking holes in both of our condoms.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I yelled in disbelief, my heart racing.
I could feel my blood boiling as I tried to collect my thoughts, but the situation seemed to spiral further out of control with each passing second. Charlotte’s words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it. “You’re trying to impose your will on my family. This is an invasion of our privacy!” I shouted, frustration lacing every syllable.
Charlotte, still calm and composed, barely reacted. “You ought to accept that,” she replied, almost too coolly. She seemed so sure of herself, so convinced that she was doing the right thing, but I wasn’t about to let her manipulate me any longer.
“You treat my son and me as though we’re just vessels for your convenience! Why can’t Candice simply go to a sperm donor like everyone else who wants a child but doesn’t have the means?” I demanded, my voice rising.
Charlotte dismissed my concern with a flick of her hand. “Donors are just other people. But, with you and Harry already having two healthy children, Candice would know her child would be well cared for.”
My heart pounded in my chest. “If it were our child, yes! But it’s not!” I shouted back. “I would never just hand over my child to someone like Candice!”
Charlotte stood her ground. “But you’d be having the baby for Candice, so it would be her child.” Her words hung in the air, utterly absurd.
“Do you really think I’d give my child to someone who believes they can control the gender or thinks babies don’t cry?!” I spat. “She doesn’t even understand what being a parent is, and you’re encouraging this nonsense.”
Charlotte’s response was disturbingly casual. “I’ll help her.”
I took a deep breath, my mind racing with a way to show both Candice and Charlotte just how out of touch they were with reality. I needed to make them see the ridiculousness of their demands, but more than that, I needed to teach them a lesson.
A plan formed in my mind—a way to turn the tables on them and show them that their entitlement and ignorance weren’t something I was going to stand for. It was going to be risky, but it was the only way to bring this madness to an end.
The room was buzzing with anticipation, the entire family gathered together for what was supposed to be Candice’s moment of triumph. I could feel the tension building, the eyes on me as I stood near the door, holding my breath. It had been a long nine months, and every day had been a challenge, but now, I was ready to reveal my plan—finally.
Candice, her excitement almost palpable, turned to everyone, a gleam in her eye. “Everyone, get ready for the grand surprise!” she exclaimed, her voice full of pride. She’d been talking about this moment for weeks, building it up like a fairy tale, imagining herself as the heroine of her own story.
I stepped forward, my hand resting lightly on my stomach, a smile plastered on my face. The room quieted, everyone waiting in eager anticipation. Harry stood beside me, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief, but he’d trusted me when I said I had a plan. Now it was time to show him—and everyone else—exactly what that plan was.
“Candice, I hope you’re ready for your ‘gift,’” I said, my voice calm but carrying a weight of finality. I could see her eyes widen slightly, unsure of what to expect next.
With a dramatic pause, I slowly lifted my hand from my belly and, without breaking my smile, added, “This is not your baby.”
The room froze.
Candice’s face contorted in confusion, the moment of celebration slipping away. “What do you mean?” she stammered, her excitement quickly turning into panic.
I took a deep breath, knowing that this was the moment of truth. “You wanted a child so badly, but you never understood what it truly means to be a parent. You thought you could just take a child from someone else, that it would be simple.” I let the weight of my words sink in, the silence in the room heavy with the gravity of my statement.
Candice’s face turned red, and her lips trembled as she tried to process what I had just said. “You… you were just pretending?” Her voice was high, almost childlike, as she tried to hold onto the fantasy she’d built in her mind.
I nodded slowly. “Yes, Candice. I wanted you to see just how out of touch you were with reality. You can’t just expect to get what you want by manipulating others. Parenthood is not a game or a toy. It’s a responsibility, one you’re not prepared for.” I watched as her shock turned to anger, her frustration boiling over.
The room was eerily quiet, everyone unsure of how to react. Grace, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. “Stephanie… that was a bold move, but maybe it was necessary. Candice needed to understand what it really means.”
Harry stood beside me, his eyes filled with admiration for the way I’d handled everything. I had played the part, built the tension, and then revealed the truth. I had made her realize just how ridiculous her demands were, and I’d done it in a way that left no room for doubt.
Candice, her face now a mask of rage and humiliation, finally broke the silence with a scream, “You lied to me! You made me believe this was happening! How could you do this to me?”
I stood tall, my hands clenched at my sides. “You asked for something that wasn’t yours to take. You manipulated everyone around you, thinking you could get your way. Now, you’ve learned that actions have consequences.”
Candice stormed out of the room, her cries echoing in the distance as she left the house. The rest of the family stood in stunned silence, the gravity of the situation settling in.
Harry turned to me, his expression softening. “You really did it, didn’t you? You turned the tables on her.”
I smiled, exhausted but relieved. “It wasn’t easy, but sometimes, people need to be taught a lesson in humility. She’ll never forget this.”
The moment everyone settled into their seats, Harry and I made our entrance. I carefully cradled a baby carrier wrapped in a massive, festive ribbon, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Candice’s hands trembled in front of her as her breath caught in her throat.
With wide eyes, she leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse, and squealed, “Let me see her!” I grinned, holding the carrier just out of reach. “Not yet,” I teased. “Wait for the big reveal.”
Candice could hardly contain herself, her excitement practically radiating off her in waves. She jumped to her feet and, with a grin so wide it nearly split her face, announced, “I have a very special announcement! This is, without a doubt, the most amazing birthday present Harry and Stephanie have ever given me—a baby!” Gasps filled the room. Every eye was locked on us, the anticipation so thick it was almost tangible.
With arms outstretched, Candice spun around, nearly bouncing with excitement. “Let’s have her now!” she exclaimed, her voice full of giddy joy.
I handed over the carrier, my smile never wavering, but something in my eyes hinted at the twist yet to come. Candice eagerly tore off the bow, her hands shaking with anticipation. She reached into the carrier, her excitement growing with every second. But as her fingers brushed against the contents inside, her face twisted from excitement to confusion, then to sheer horror.
“WHAT IS THIS?!!” she screamed, pulling out a doll from the carrier.
A stunned silence filled the room. Every eye was on Candice as she stared down at the plastic baby in her hands. And then, without warning, Harry and I burst into laughter. I couldn’t help the smirk that crept across my face as I leaned in and said, “The only baby you’re fit to take care of.”
The room exploded into laughter, the tension shattering like glass. It had been a long time coming, but this moment was sweeter than I ever imagined.
Candice’s chest heaved with rapid breaths, her fingers digging into the doll’s plastic limbs as her eyes narrowed with fury. “But you were expecting a child!” she shouted, her voice trembling with disbelief. “I can see your stomach!”
I shrugged nonchalantly, a small smirk on my lips. “Fake bellies,” I quipped. “To sell the illusion, I even went out of town to make it look like I had given birth.”
The room grew tense, and Candice’s face reddened with rage, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. She let out a piercing sob. Charlotte’s face twisted in fury, and she shot up from her seat. “You heartless witch!” she cried, her voice seething with venom.
I met her with a steely gaze. “And who exactly is heartless here?” I snapped back. “The ones who refused to give up their child? Or the ones who treated a child like a gift, wrapped up with a bow?”
Candice clutched the doll to her chest, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “But… but I’ve already bought so many dresses!” she whined, her voice breaking. “Who am I supposed to dress up now?”
Despite the tension, Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, the doll seems to be working just fine.”
Candice’s hands shook as she stared down at the plastic baby, her entire body trembling. I caught sight of Grace, sitting quietly in the corner, observing everything with intense focus. Her eyes flickered between Candice and Charlotte, her wrinkled hands resting firmly in her lap.
“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” Grace’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and inquisitive.
I turned to Grace, the truth finally settling in my mind. “Candice came to us a year ago and demanded we give her a child for her birthday,” I said, my tone cold and deliberate.
A look of complete confusion crossed Grace’s face. “You mean… as a surrogate?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. “Is she having health problems or something?”
“No,” Harry replied simply, his voice firm. “She wanted our baby. Our little one.”
Grace’s expression shifted, the lines of her face tightening as her frown deepened, a silent understanding settling in. It was clear—Candice’s demands had crossed a line no one could ignore.
I continued, my voice steady, “Candice is perfectly healthy. She just doesn’t have a partner, and she thought it would be easiest if we gave her one of our children.”
Grace’s face flushed deep red with anger, her body trembling with fury as she shot out of her seat. Her finger pointed accusingly at both Candice and Charlotte. “ARE YOU BOTH OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!” she screamed, her voice carrying the weight of years of frustration.
Candice flinched, her expression a mixture of confusion and defensiveness. “What is it? What exactly is the problem?” she stammered, trying to hold her ground.
Grace’s voice dripped with venom as she continued. “Candice, you are exactly like your mother! I warned my son against marrying you. I told him it was a mistake, and now look at the consequences!” Her words cut through the tension like a knife. “And now we’re here. This is the result of that poor decision!”
Candice’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at her grandmother. “Wow, Grandma, I can’t believe you’d say that,” she murmured, her voice cracking.
Grace didn’t back down. “It’s the truth, and you know it.” Her anger boiled over as she took a deep breath and shot them both a look of utter disdain, making it clear that her patience had run out.
The room fell deathly quiet as Grace’s words sank in. The weight of her inheritance was well-known, and it was clear she held the power in this situation. Candice and Charlotte froze, their eyes wide with shock.
Charlotte, her voice barely above a whisper, finally managed to speak, her words trembling with uncertainty. “Are you… even serious?”
“Absolutely,” Grace said, her tone as cold as ice. “People like you, insane enough to make demands over my wealth, will have no influence here.”
A deep, satisfying sense of justice washed over me as I watched the realization dawn on both of them. They were finally beginning to understand the gravity of their actions.
“But—” Candice started, her voice trembling.
Grace silenced her with a raised hand. “Enough. We’re leaving. I’d much rather meet my real great-grandchildren now.” Her gaze shifted toward Harry and me. “Let’s go.”
Without hesitation, Harry and I stood up, ready to leave. We walked toward the door without looking back, but we could hear Candice sobbing uncontrollably behind us.
Charlotte’s voice pierced the air again, a shout filled with anger, but we didn’t stop. We didn’t look back. They had brought this upon themselves, and in every way, they were now reaping what they had sown.
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